Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 51: Xin Zhuo vs. the Song Family's Song Dongxi

Murong Xiu, after all, came from a prestigious family, which was completely different from the ignorance and confusion of Cui Ying'er, Huang Dagui, and the others.

The reason he joined the bandits was not only because he was tired of the pressure from his family and wanted to go against the norm, but more importantly, he had a keen eye for people. Xin Zhuo's abilities and martial arts were absolutely outstanding, and he was definitely not an ordinary person.

No!

After observing him for these past few days, he discovered that the head of the family even had some supernatural abilities!

So, the changes in Han Qiniang and the others must be related to the head of the family. Perhaps he knew some extraordinary skills rumored about him.

Xin Zhuo thought about it seriously and patted his shoulder. "After we resolve the matter with the four major families, I will give it a try!"

"Thank you, head of the family!" Murong Xiu was overjoyed.

"Head of the family!"

At this moment, Bai Jianxi ran over from a distance, sweating profusely and in a hurry.

When he got closer, gasping for breath, he said, "I..."

"Take a break and then speak," Xin Zhuo signaled for him to sit down.

The onlookers, including Cui Ying'er, Huang Dagui, and Han Qiniang, who were known for their extraordinary abilities, also sensed something unusual and followed suit.

"Head of the family, I've broken through. My strength has increased a lot these past few days. Did you see it?" Han Qiniang's eyes sparkled. She had just been praised by others below and was feeling quite proud.

Han Jiulang and Huang Dagui couldn't help but show off as well.

Xin Zhuo understood what was happening and nodded, focusing his attention on Bai Jianxi. This guy had been missing all this time, and he didn't know what he was up to.

"I've also broken through. I ran really fast!" Bai Jianxi finally caught his breath and pointed southwest. "Following the head of the family's orders, I patrolled the surroundings and saw a person named Song Dongxi coming from thirty li away."

Cui Ying'er and the others immediately became nervous. They had considered the possibility of the four major families finding them here, but they didn't expect it to happen so soon.

"How many people?" Xin Zhuo asked.

"Five people, all from the Song family!" Bai Jianxi replied confidently.

"The other families didn't come?"

"The other families definitely didn't come. To be safe, I even wandered around for a long time. This deep mountain forest is rarely visited, so it's easy to spot anyone moving."

Xin Zhuo looked at Murong Xiu. "Where could your grandfather be?"

He was always most concerned about Murong's old man. After all, he was a sixth rank, three whole realms higher. He had no confidence at all.

He even suspected that the old man might be nearby, watching them.

"In fact, my grandfather has already returned to our hometown!" Murong Xiu looked a bit embarrassed. "I just didn't have a chance to tell the head of the family about it. My grandfather sent a letter through the falcon I raised this morning, and the tone was very strange."

"He said that my sixteenth aunt is about to give birth, and the situation in the eastern part of the city is critical, so he went back. Since I've become a bandit, I have no more connection with the family, and I'm not allowed to mention the Murong name again. If he catches me, he will kill me!"

After speaking, a sense of abandonment appeared on his face.

Xin Zhuo's heart stirred. He didn't know if Murong's old man was deceiving Murong Xiu, but they definitely couldn't just sit and wait for death. "We can do something about this!"

"What can we do?" the bandits under Xin Zhuo were a bit confused.

Xin Zhuo looked in the southwest direction. "We've left so many clues. In just one night, the four major families couldn't possibly find us here. The only possibility is that this young master Song is extremely intelligent and has already split from the other families, coming here alone to try his luck and take my head. So, we can also try to intercept him!"

...

"Pitter-patter..."

The gloomy sky finally started drizzling after a whole morning. The entire forest on the western foothills of Fulong Peak was covered in a white mist.

The autumn rain was slightly chilly, and getting wet could easily lead to catching a cold. But for a practitioner filled with blood qi, it was nothing at all.

At least for Song Dongxi, it had no effect. His steps were not fast, but his body was as straight as a sword. The gun holster at his waist remained motionless, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his square face.

His calm eyes were nothing like his foul mouth, thanks to the countless times he had been beaten and abused by his master at the Divine Spear Villa when he was young.

He looked towards the direction of Menghuo Village, his gaze firm. He was certain that Xin Zhuo had gone to Menghuo Village.

This was different from the other three young masters and misses who followed the traces in the mountains.

This was not to say that the other three were foolish. Following the traces was the safest approach after all.

But Song Dongxi's pride didn't allow him to do something useless. That's why he had separated from the others last night and headed straight here.

"If Xin Zhuo isn't in Menghuo Village, then what?" A round-faced woman in black clothes next to him asked in confusion. "Menghuo Village is not part of our mission. It's the government's business!"

Song Dongxi coldly glanced at her. "Stop babbling!"

"Here!" The woman's face turned slightly pale as she stepped aside.

At this moment, the five people walked up a hill, bypassed the mountain ahead, and arrived within the range of the northern peak of Menghu Village.

Just then, a strange voice came from the diagonal direction: "The Song family bunch of useless people, if you have the guts, come and fight me!"

Song Dongxi and the other four people quickly looked over and saw Murong Xiuxiu, the eldest son of Murong, who had joined the bandits, with a disgusting look of provocation on his face, hiding in the bushes about two hundred meters away.

They didn't know what the changed Murong young master meant with his vulgar expression, and their original intention was not to capture Murong Xiuxiu. But since he was here, was Xin Zhuo far away?

They turned and chased after him.

However, Song Dongxi only chased a few steps before stopping as if sensing something, looking up.

He saw a person in a coarse linen robe, with wet hair, and the same expressionless face, Xin Zhuo.

The two locked eyes.

A brief silence.

Then, Xin Zhuo glanced around, finally showing a "frustrated" expression on his face. "Young Master Song, how did you find this place? Impressive!"

He turned and ran towards the distance.

This time, only Xin Zhuo and Murong Xiuxiu came. Cui Ying'er and the others had a lower realm and even if they had talent, it was not worth the risk.

Moreover, Murong Xiuxiu was just a bait. He couldn't guarantee whether Murong's father or the other three families were nearby. Even if Murong Xiuxiu was caught, it wouldn't matter. He wouldn't die.

So, he ran a circle first to make sure no one intercepted them, and then confronted Song Dongxi.

The rain grew heavier, and even though the mountain forest was dense with leaves, raindrops still fell incessantly.

The two chased and ran for twenty li (about 10 kilometers) before Xin Zhuo suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Song Dongxi.

It could be confirmed that no one else was there. Otherwise, there was no reason to let himself run around freely while hiding in the dark. In the deep mountains and forests, in the cold and wet, it was really unnecessary.

Song Dongxi stopped at a distance of two zhang (about 6 meters) from Xin Zhuo and also stopped.

The wind blew through the mountains, making a whistling sound, and the rain poured down heavily, creating a thunderous atmosphere.

Song Dongxi calmly untied the gun sheath and took out a beautifully embroidered folding gun, saying coldly, "You seem quite confident!"

"Not bad," Xin Zhuo drew out his damaged Yanling knife.

If there was a choice, he would never take the risk of fighting someone of a higher realm alone. Survival was the most important thing. Survive until he was seventy or eighty years old, survive until he was invincible before going out to play.

But he didn't practice martial arts himself. All his skills relied on the "Lunar Serenity Well," and the setting of this well was to cause trouble.

Loyalty, debt, and apology, these three meanings had to be dealt with in the end.

With four major families chasing after them and six seventh-grade experts, if they didn't fight, they might not even have the qualification to cause trouble or find the spirit.

So, they had to fight.

"I heard that you have reached the boundary of Saber Technique and Fist Technique. You are talented. I only know one set of gun techniques, which I have practiced diligently for eighteen years and just recently mastered. But... your hope of escaping is still slim!" Song Dongxi twisted the folding gun, the colorful patterns turning, making a "creaking" sound, instantly transforming into a one-zhang-long golden gun handle, a cold iron gun head, and a golden tassel, exuding a majestic aura, flickering with a chilling light.

His own momentum also changed from indifference to sharpness. His eyes emitted an aura as if he had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Without waiting for Xin Zhuo to respond, he had already leaped up.

A touch of cold light struck first, followed by the spear, like a dragon.

In mid-air, the sharp spear tip cut through the rain curtain, heading straight for Xin Zhuo's face. Along the way, the spear shadow flickered, splitting into twelve strands, each one whistling.

Xin Zhuo calmly watched the opponent's spear technique, which was indeed stronger than anyone he had encountered before. He tightened his grip on the knife handle and made a slash.

A peak-level slash.

The slash was not pretty, changing midway, instantly turning into countless blade shadows.

"Clang!"

Rain splattered.

The spear and the knife clashed!

The spear shadows shattered, and the blade shadows scattered.

Only the tip of the knife and the head of the spear collided.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound echoed, splashing raindrops.

The Yanling knife broke.

Xin Zhuo held the broken knife and took three steps back.

Song Dongxi let go of the gun, quickly grabbed it again, and retreated seven steps.

His palm burst open, blood stains appeared, and were quickly washed away by the rain.

(End of this chapter)